The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 90

A few of them wore mocking expressions and actually reached out their hands toward me.

I stepped back in terror, instinctively looking at Peter.

But how could I forget? He was the one who had given the orders.

When he saw me looking at him, he coldly met my gaze, not an ounce of hesitation or intention to stop the others.

I felt despair seep into my bones, and I turned to flee.

But the next second, someone grabbed my hair tightly.

My scalp stung with pain, and I struggled fiercely, only to be pinned down by several others.

Hands were all over me, not just trying to strip off my clothes, but groping and touching me without restraint.

I had never been so terrified in my life. I screamed like I had lost my mind.

But no one came to save me.

"I'll do it, Peter, I'll do it,"

But my broken voice was drowned out by their mocking shouts and filthy words.

The lewd laughter in my ears made me sink deeper into despair.

"Didn't expect it, huh? Susan actually has a decent figure."

"Let's strip her and take a video, so she knows not to act all high and mighty in front of Peter in the future!"

I knew Peter heard it, but I also knew he was doing this just to humiliate me.

I struggled helplessly, unable to protect myself.

Finally, the sound of fabric tearing reached my ears.

The zipper on the back of my dress tore open, exposing my smooth back.

But instead of stopping, they only got more excited, trying even harder to rip my clothes off.

Tears streamed down my face as I looked through the gaps in their bodies, at Peter.

He watched me being humiliated and groped without a shred of empathy.

He simply crossed his arms and stood there, as if this had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, he spoke.